Fohr / ummput

"If you want answer, ask away."

'I do. But there's too many that I don't even know where to start.'

I could not bring myself to verbalise the thoughts. There were too much information that I felt my brain would explode - from all that was said and showed to what is formed in my head, I could not handle it.

"Here, painkiller."

I looked at the man beside me, sighing as I grabbed the medicine and the glass of water.

I was not sure why I was making this so difficult. Here I have a man who I realised how attentive he had been of my needs and how he knew what I need long before I do. He had been nothing but caring and thoughtful. Yet, I could not bring myself to accept everything just like that.

"Get some rest. Don't think of anything." He fluffed the sofa cushion and walked away, making me feel even more miserable.

'Is he a man of few words or is he being considerate of me, I wonder...'

It was already dark outside when I woke up. The dimmed orange light that lured me to sleep then now greeted me.

And "my husband", he had his head down on the dining table, clearly fast asleep. Underneath his arms was a book jutting out, exposing a small portion of a page. It was handwritten.

I did not intend to try and read but the handwriting drew me in. 'Is that my handwriting?'

I tried to gently pull it but it appeared his entire weight was resting on top of the book. A little bit harder and I would definitely rip the book Unfortunately, it must have been violent enough to stir him awake.

"You're awake. Do you want something to eat?"

His tired face break me knowing he had been waiting on me. My hand unknowingly caressed his face, running my thumb against his eye bags. Even with those problematic bags, he still looked as charming. I'm sure other women would flock to him once he becomes single.

"Why do you have to go this far for a stranger?" I blurted out.

There were sadness in his eyes as he said "You're my wife, my best friend."

"But I don't remember you at all. You could have upped and left."

"I remember you and that's enough for me."

"Why? It's only been three days for me." I was growing frustrated by the minute.

"For you, yes."

"NO! You don't understand! How could we be married? It doesn't make any sense."

He sighed, defeated.

"Maybe reading this will help." He handed me the worn-out shabby looking book with my handwriting on it. "I'll be right outside at the patio if you need me."

"No!" I threw the book in his direction and it hit him squarely on his back.

"Then what would you want?" He picked up the book and pat it neatly.

"I... I... I want you to send me to my mum."

Despite my childish tantrum, not once did he raise his voice. I hated that! Hated that I'm the only one raising my voice while he kept his cool! I expected him to fight back or lashed out for throwing a book. Or at least something! I wanted someone to argue with but instead, he gave in quite easily.

"Sure, let's go."

He grabbed his keys, gave me my coat and down we went to the basement. It was a silent ride until I realised we were not heading to the right destination according to the signboard.

'Don't tell me he's going to admit me into a ward!' I shot him a dirty look, fuming silently as I did not want to risk provoking him if my assumption is true.

"Your family has moved elsewhere." It was as though he could read my mind.

"Moved?? To where?" This was news to me. She always said she treasured the house I grew up in. What happened to that house? Did she sell it?

"The Mentiri Residence."

"Isn't that... like..." I trailed off, unsure what I wanted to say. I ended up with staying quiet the rest of the journey.

"I'll park somewhere nearby," he said as he dropped me off in front of a house numbered seven. The fancy houses surrounding it were identical to each other at the end of the cul de sac. If it was not for the type of car he drove, I doubt we would even get pass through the security gate.

"No, you should go back," I declined his stay. 'Why should he wait when I'm home?'

I knocked on the door excitedly, eager to run to my mum's embrace. It was a surprise when a uniformed man answered the door instead.

"Good afternoon, how may I help you?"

"Oh sorry, I must have the wrong house. Is this not where Lili Arquette lives?"

"It is. Do you have an appointment with Madam?"

'Whoaaa, mum! You even have a butler!'

"No, but I'm her -" I stopped in my track as I heard Mum's voice.

"Who's that , Crawford?"

"MUM!!" I pushed the door open and dashed straight to her.

The look of shocked on her face was priceless!

"Oh Mum, you have no idea what I've been through!" I exclaimed. My arms were already around her waist and my head resting on her chest. A big grin plastered on my face as I indulged myself in her scents.

Nothing beats a mother's embrace! To be in her arms again truly makes me feel safe.

But it didn't last that long as she clawed herself free, pushing me away and hissed, "Do your job properly, Crawford! Don't simply let anyone enter the house!"

"Forgive me, Madam. It won't happen again." His hand yanked me towards the door while I begged multiple times, telling her who I am.

"Mum, it's me! Mum!!!" My hands were inching its way towards mum's hands but she smacked them away.

"What are you doing? Take her out this instant and make sure she is nowhere near our house!"

"Muuuuuuum!!! Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed hard as this Crawford guy dragged me out in the opposite direction.

"Unhand her!" Edmund's chilling tone was filled with threats.